Morning of September 1st 1991
Sunday, September 1st, 1991
Damian awoke at 5:00 A.M., that wasn't so unusual for the boy these days. His body always seemed so eager to see the new day, his brain was not. Still it had learned that no matter what the second his eyes were open they would stay open for at least twenty hours.
Damian never laid down until midnight, desperate for any second of freedom granted by his bedroom over break, his brain still didn't want to shut down though. So, Damian spent an hour, or longer, most nights just tossing and turning.
The four- hours of sleep every night definitely weren't healthy, but...if Thomas Edison could do it so could he. Anyways, it wasn't exactly his choice....His brain, body, whatever, demanded relief from the nothingness of sleep.
Damian might find it ironic, the fact that he wanted to disappear, sleep forever, but his brain wanted the exact opposite. Except Damian didn't like philosophy or thinking deeply about life in general. But, his brain did; often going off in tangents or over-analyzing and-well, he needed to get up now and stop proving his point.
Damian went to the bathroom first thing. Used the toilet. Combed his hair. Brushed his teeth. Not exactly exciting.
Then he returned to his room to change.
Jeans, black converse, a black tee-shirt, a gray, unzipped, jacket, and a black backpack containing his school supplies.
It was 5:20, and Damian was ready to leave for the station....He still had four hours and forty minutes....Great(not)!
Damian sighed and sat on his bed, keeping his bag on. He had left a book out for this reason exactly, and it seemed to end up useful.
He was good at predicting that kind of stuff(autism and pattern recognition).
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Bianca got up at 6:00 A.M., she never wouldn't.
Today was her first day at Hogwarts(though classes wouldn't start until tomorrow) and she couldn't be more excited!
What would her teachers be like? How many friends would she make? What would she naturally excel at?
Most importantly: she got to be a girl!
Bianca spent extra time, extra effort, making sure she looked perfect for today. It was the first real thing anyone would learn about her in ten years. It would be the first time anyone REALLY saw her.
So, she took a longer shower, making sure to clean every inch. She combed and braided her hair into two plaits. She brushed her teeth for exactly three minutes, then flossed.
That and more went on before breakfast.
For breakfast she ate for the last time(at least for a while) at The Leaky Cauldron. By request a week prior, Tom served her cinnamon sugar oatmeal, berries, and apple juice. Usually she ate breakfast after getting dressed, but today she was taking no chances of spilling on her clothes.
So, finally, Bianca put her day clothes on.
After much deliberation, her whole time at the pub, Bianca decided at on knee-length light green dress which had a light blue bow around the waist. It reminded her of spring. For shoes she decided on a pair of white sandals.
That was all the eleven year had to put on that morning, but she had done a little extra preparation the night before painting her finger and toe nails light yellow, to match the vibe.
By the time she was ready for the day, including packing a few last things, it was 8:30. Since she still had an hour-and-a-half until The Knightbus would pick her up, Bianca decided to work on a cardigan she had began crocheting the day before....A skill she had taught herself while waiting for school to begin.
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It was ten and Hallie was hidden in the girl's bathroom at the platform, it had taken her so long to convince her parents to come early to do this....Hopefully they wouldn't question why she stayed in the bathroom so long, until they left.
But, Hallie could not wear that maroon jumper(gross), jeans, and black ballshoes she needed to blend in to school. She had to show them she was a girl from the beginning!
Still, her parents absolutely couldn't find out which was why she was changing here. They were already mad enough about her hair having grown into shoulder-blade length curls over night, after cutting it above her ears yesterday....It was still that length because there was no time to cut it again, especially with such an early departure.
Hallie changed into her mid-thigh length, purple, plaid skirt, short-sleeve black tee-shirt, thin, white, leggings, and black cloth ankle-boots, with a one-and-a-half inch heel.
As soon as that was on and her 'boy clothes' were stuffed into her bag, Hallie exited the stall to stand in front of the mirror. First she pulled her hair back with a white, cloth headband before focusing on her face.
Hallie wasn't much into makeup yet, but she happily applied shiny, pink lipgloss and mascara.
Finally, the redhead put on a silver colored ring and pink stud earrings(Bill took her to get her ears pierced during their shopping trip).
Even though she was ready at 10:40, Hallie knew she needed to wait another fifteen minutes to leave the bathroom. So, even if her parents saw her, they couldn't do anything about it.
It sucked that this was what she was subjected to just to go to school in clothes that didn't make her want to die, but that was life....At least life for her....She would get over it....
Eventually.